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I'm embroiled in my week-long qualifying exam. I have seven days to write four essays, not more than 40 pages combined (excluding references), on a variety of topics covered in the classes I've taken so far in my department.

Of course, Hayward SPCA takes this opportunity to call us about fostering kittens! So I spent most of the day typing, one-handed at times, with one of the three kittens we're fostering curled up my lap or nomming my finger or burrowing through my hair or jacket.

We're calling them Yakko (the darkest one, blurry in this picture), Wakko (the medium-dark, stripy one), and Dot (the lightest, most spotty one, and the one girl). Perhaps appropriately, Yakko has the loudest mew, Wakko sleeps the most, and Dot is most active, often exploring and getting into mischief.

KITTENS!!~ OMG they're so cute. I could come kittensit, keep them distracted, etc, so you can focus on your paper. I mean, it would be a little inconvenient, but, uh, i think quals are important? Yeah. You should be free to concentrate.

ADORABLES! I'm such a sucker for these things.

(And three is the magic number: there's always someone to play with and keep any one of them out of too much trouble =)

purrfect timing, as we say. [omg. did i just make a cat pun? christ, this cat thing is getting to me. next i'll be putting up cute pictures of my cat on the piano.]

anyway. there's a slippery path from foster->adopt->crazy cat woman with eighteen cats and a distinct aroma of urine. speaking as someone who accidently adopted his foster kitten, i'm just warning you.